Ol' Joe Clark

Well, ol' Joe Clark, he made his mark
 When cotton was the king
 And late at night, in the pale moonlight
 You could hear that banjo ring
 It would ring out for the master
 Listening on the hill
 It would ring out for the babies
 Sleeping quiet and still
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 'Round and around, I say
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 Until the break of day
 When he came up from the belly
 Of the ship of slavery
 He was holding to his banjo
 But it was not on his knee
 And someone said, "Hey, here's a strong one
 He can entertain
 You can keep your banjo
 But Clark will be your name"
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 "Play it" is what I say
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 Or we'll carry you away, singing
 'Round and 'round (ol' Joe Clark)
 'Round and 'round (ol' Joe Clark)
 'Round and 'round
 'Round and 'round
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 Well, he learned to play the melodies
 Of Cork and county Claire
 He even played for Lincoln once
 Down on the courthouse square
 Then he went out to New Orleans
 And they called it Dixie Land (hey!)
 But everywhere that ol' Joe went
 He was still a hired hand
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 'Round and around, I say
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 Until the break of day
 Turn 'round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 'Round and around, I say
 'Round and around, ol' Joe Clark
 Until the break of day
 'Round and 'round
 'Round and 'round
 'Round and 'round
 'Round and 'round
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 'Round and 'round (ol' Joe Clark)
 'Round and 'round